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Located on the West Coast, Ming Zhu is a bustling metropolis that welcomes countless large vessels every day. The transportation capacity of modern ports far exceeds that of ancient times, with Metropolis Port's daily throughput measured in tens of thousands of tons. Even in the dead of night, the entire Metropolis Port remains brightly lit, with Lifting Cranes and Forklifts tirelessly at work.
A white sedan discreetly navigates the busy port, and William, looking earnest and determined, hurriedly exits the vehicle to meet his senior from the Investigation Bureau, Pristo.
"Captain, what should we do next?"
Pristo, with a calm demeanor and a physique that belies his middle age, takes a moment before responding. He lights a cigarette and puffs out a thick cloud of smoke, gazing through the haze at the Da Du Yuan Hang Transportation Ship that is about to dock.
"Wait," he says. "The bureau discovered through customs documents that the Da Du Yuan Hang Transportation Ship is suspected of smuggling. This time, the smugglers are rookies; there are gaps in customs security. Once that big guy docks, we'll go check it out."
As he speaks, William notices flashes of Danmaku zipping through the air in an unseen void.
"Oh wow, I have to say, the director really chose well for this cast; just looking at the lead's face screams integrity."
"First."
"Ha! It’s not that easy to be first."
"Jumping straight into an investigation? What a fast pace; I like it."
William feels a surge of excitement, showing no signs of nervousness or fear typical for someone on a mission. He looks around and realizes no one is paying attention to him. He pulls out his handgun and begins checking for any malfunctions.
Pristo glances at him and silently admires his courage before verbally imparting some wisdom: "No need to chamber a round. This task is handed to me casually; it indicates that the smuggling operation is small-scale and not very impactful. For dealing with a few rookie smugglers, our Investigation Bureau credentials will suffice."
Upon hearing this, William immediately holsters his weapon. Pristo is quite satisfied with this reaction; at least he isn't someone who acts recklessly without thinking.
Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires comes to an abrupt halt, interrupting Pristo's intended praise. Both men turn to look.
They spot a conspicuously modified vehicle making its way into the port with great fanfare—quite the contrast to their low-key approach. The occupants are shouting excitedly like monkeys in a market, weaving through rows of Containers until they reach the edge of the coast. There, they slam on the brakes and perform a flashy drift in the port, tires screeching against the pavement with an enormous racket.
The car pulled up with all four doors flung open, revealing four scruffy-looking men, including the driver, each wielding a submachine gun. They shouted and cursed as they drove away the workers near the Transport Ship. The workers, accustomed to the daily gunfights in the Great Federation, showed no fear; upon seeing the guns, they scattered, not daring to linger for even a second.
Pristo reacted swiftly, ducking behind a Container while drawing his weapon and glancing at William. He noticed that William was still inexperienced, simply pulling out his handgun without finding any cover: rookie! Get down!
Pristo deliberately lowered his voice, unconcerned about being overheard by those in front. When he saw William comply and crouch down, Pristo quickly held his gun in one hand while using the other to fumble with his phone, dialing a number rapidly.
The call connected, and without waiting for a response from the other end, Pristo urgently called out, "Ryan! It's me, Pristo! You guys from Team Three are on late duty—send two people over to the port quickly; something feels off. The Serpent's members seem to have their sights set on the same batch of contraband as us."
On the other end of the line, Ryan responded promptly. Pristo cautiously tilted his head to peek out with one eye for a quick observation. The employees on the Transport Ship were being driven away by the Serpent members, who appeared to be joking around without any urgency.
Captain? William didn’t ask more questions or peek out; he knew his limitations. Compared to the captain, he was still immature. If there were questions, he would direct them to Pristo.
Pristo shrank back slightly and began sharing his analysis with this rookie: something was off! According to the director's words, this was just a batch of novice smugglers; it was their first time dealing with private goods and they hadn’t nailed down all the details. Such small fry wouldn’t scare anyone with just a show of force.
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